it creeps up like black water lapping at my ankles

when the salty air runs its thin fingers over my shoulders

and I turn to find myself in the midst of the heavens

touching earth, breathlessly taking me down without a word

it's an odd feeling to watch your best friend

get on a plane and fly off to another world

its three years but I'm keeping my Monday tradition

I'm tired
You know?
And just so very
Very
Alone

I trace and lace my fingers
through your webbed back
and I watch the lies spin
silky threads around and
drip down my arms till
I feel submerged in the
pool of black water and I
look up to the pin-pointed
sky but my heart sinks
heavy back into the web
that you once entrapped me
and I begin to wonder
where have you been?
when was the last time
someone truly loved you?

by now I think I could write

several books about you

and how many times you've ******* me over

but writing about you isn't worth my time